Friday, February 10, 2017

About the book:

Art restorer
Emily Price has never encountered anything she can’t fix—until she meets
Ben, an Italian chef, who seems just right. But when Emily follows Ben
home to Italy, she learns that his family is another matter . . .

Emily
Price—fix-it girl extraordinaire and would-be artist—dreams of having a
gallery show of her own. There is no time for distractions, especially
not the ultimate distraction of falling in love.

But Chef
Benito Vassallo’s relentless pursuit proves hard to resist. Visiting
from Italy, Ben works to breathe new life into his aunt and uncle’s
faded restaurant, Piccollo. Soon after their first meeting, he works to
win Emily as well—inviting her into his world and into his heart.

Emily
astonishes everyone when she accepts Ben’s proposal and follows him
home. But instead of allowing the land, culture, and people of
Monterello to transform her, Emily interferes with everyone and
everything around her, alienating Ben’s tightly knit family. Only Ben’s
father, Lucio, gives Emily the understanding she needs to lay down her
guard. Soon, Emily’s life and art begin to blossom, and Italy’s beauty
and rhythm take hold of her spirit.

Yet when she unearths
long-buried family secrets, Emily wonders if she really fits into Ben’s
world. Will the joys of Italy become just a memory, or will Emily share
in the freedom and grace that her life with Ben has shown her are
possible?

First Line:

Piccolo. The restaurant matched it's name - - a tiny and delicate white stucco building with a short, neat brick walk leading from its front door to the parking lot.

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Comments

I listened to this book on Audio, but I want to go back and read the book.

My first line is from Still Life by Dani Pettrey: "He glanced around what had become a dumping ground by the river's edge. Dark, silent...deserted. Perfect. (Sorry-I know that's more than just the first line, but it's so good!)

"There it was again. Suddenly wide awake, Julianne covered her ears. Straw crunched beneath her, needling her skin through the ticking as she inched away from the dank stone wall and closer to the warm body beside her."